CAMPBELL.

Ode

Hohenlinden

The Soldier's drean

ROGERS.

Foscari

Genevra

The Wish

MOORE.

Awakened Conscience

From The Light of the Haram'

Song

On Rosseau

BYRON.

The Dying Gladiator

Waterloo

Drachenfels

An Alpine Storm

Farewell to England

An Italian Sunset

The Ocean

Modern Greece

Solitude

To Inez

Remorse

Darkness

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BEAUTIES OF THE POETS.

CHAUCER.

FROM THE PROLOGUE TO THE CANTERBURY TALES.

BEFELLE, that in that season on a day,
In Southwark at the Tabard as I lay,
Ready to wenden on my pilgrimage
To Canterbury, with devout courage,
At night was come into that hostelrie
Well nine and twenty in a companie
Of sundry folk, by aventure yfalle
In fellowship, and pilgrims were they all
That toward Canterbury wolden ride.
The chambers and the stables weren wide,
And well we weren eased at best.

And shortly, when the sun was gone to rest
So had I spoken with them every one,
That I was of their fellowship anon,
And made agreement early for to rise,

To take our way there as I you advise,

But natheless, while I have the time and space Before I further in the tale do pass, It seemeth me accordant unto reason, To tell unto you all the condition Of each of them, so as it seemed me, And who they weren, and of what degree; And eke in what array they all were in, And at a Knight then will I first begin.

A KNIGHT there was, and that a worthy ma
That from the time that he at first began
To riden out, he loved chivalrie,

Truthe and honour, freedom and courtesie.
Full worthy was he in his lord's war,
And thereto had he ridden, near and farre,
As well in Christendom as in Heatheness,
And ever honoured for his worthiness.
At Alisandr' he was when it was won,
Full oftentime he had the field outdone
Aboven all the nations warring in Prusse.
In Lettone had he travelled, and in Russe

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With many a noble army had he been.
Of mortal battles had he seen fifteen,

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And evermore he had a sovereign praise,
And though that he was worthy he was wise,
And of his port as meek as is a maid,
He never yet no villany had saide
In all his life, unto no man or wight,
He was a very perfect noble Knight.